"Wez gonna zog em nice and proppa!" Tuska yelled over the roaring crowds of other orkstartese. He was excited to say the least he hadn't been doing much fighting of the last months as tek gitz were needed all over the controlled areas of the hulk just to keep it from falling apart. Indeed while his job was an important one it wasn't the most exciting welding bits of metal together all day and occasionally fixing up shootas that some skoutz managed to brake while on patrol. But this seemed like an amazing opportunity to not only krump gitz in da name of Da Empawaaaagh! but also a chance to find new and more killy weapons for him to toy with and maybe even loot himself some kind of vehicular transport for the mob seeing that being foot sloggers was not all that fun.
<Dakka off> So now his dakka making was good enough for Yurok, not that it was that much of an insult, though Barok still had no intent on loosing if he could fight it, even if he was outclassed, he would just have to destroy effectively rather than just everything in a general direction, atleast for now. "Yah yah, ere we go" Barok answered as he spun up his own shoota, he was fighting a loosing battle, unless Yuroks gun exploded or jammed, but the tek gits new how to make dakka. <Next big thing> Barok could only laugh as their goff angul had an enraged fit when they told him his chapta was a bunch of poncy gitz, this would 'ave been done proper long ago by da Iron stompas. So for now he was content to see things unfold, standing in his new exosceleton of a terminatah armour, if there was space marines on the planet, then they had proper scrap to fit on the armor, so it could do more than simply make him stronger and more precice.
<Dakka-Off> @Grall_Stonefist Both contestants reached the former hangar now turned training area. The firing range was vacant as one might expect, the various Deff Wotch nobs bothering to train all busy in the fighting pits and cages testing their skills against one another and the vicious squigs or gribblies found on board. Digging themselves in the pair of Iron Stompas were staring down half a mile of untouched virgin targets made from scrap metal and looted Genestealer carapace. "On three....one, two..." The third number was never said, instead it became lost between the roaring report of both guns firing. Barok manged to open up first as his smaller cannon didn't need as much warm up time. Three targets went up into slivers and splinters before the smaller nob was practically knocked off his feet by Yuruk's own weapon firing. Releasing an immense amount of heat a dozen large barrels and various smaller ones stitched onto the wheezing weapon unleashed total hell. First went four targets that simply disintegrated under the Iron Stompa's superior firepower, the wall behind it following as he let the gun rest in place for a few seconds before slowly guiding its arc of fire along, sawing through another ten dummies before letting the weapon come to rest. Barok could only look at the measly five targets he had managed in comparison, every few seconds spent on one target the time it took for Yuruk to annihilate several. Standing there with a proud grin the older, darker skinned nob just shot a nod at Barok. "Wurvy try bruva, really now. I'll find ya when I'm ready fer yooz ta pretty up me deff gun here. " Tossing the other nob a lazy salute Yuruk marched himself off to the bar. Laughter followed as several of the assault-gitz in the training cages had stopped to watch the show, all of them mocking the Dakka-stator whom had lost. OOC: Barok has lost his next intermission tinker opportunity. <Orkstartes vs Astartes> The air was practically alive with the excited buzz of the various Orkstartes gathering for war. For Weird-gits a constant hum invaded their skulls, eyes vibrating and electricity dancing off their forms at random. Everyone knew what happened the last time a real Orkstartes versus Astartes engagement had been like, almost an entire Chapta Waaaaaaaaaaaagh of Ultra-Orks annihilated along with their Chapta Masta and several prominent figures underneath him. It was a chance for a reckoning, a chance for revenge and, for a great many, an opportunity to prove the Orkstartes superiority over their own dead bruvas and to the humans. Fire erupted instantly as Da Ritejuzz Murda Kage began to breach into real space from the warp. A sizable Imperial fleet engaging a handful of battered Goff Angulz kroozas and now the leviathan emerging into the heart of the fight. Countless weapons ranging from the size of sluggas fired by overeager Orks and Serv-grots to lance batteries reserved for capitol ships were being spewed with an appalling lack of accuracy from the Deff Wotch flag krooza. This wasn't of much concern for the kill mobs though, their place was down on a smog wreathed world below where the bulk of Imperial assets were now deployed. Orders had been clear that only a handful of hand picked kill mobs would be bothering with boarding actions, work left for the newer Skoutz and rank and file squads of Orkstartes or mobs with a demonstrated penchant for krumping enemy ships from within. For the rest this meant free reign to fall on the world below, transports in their dozens flying free of looted hangars and converted openings in the vessel to fall upon one of the fringe worlds of the Orkstartes held system. Information was sparse on the planet, it was mostly just a scrap town recruiting world covered in chains of volcanoes and toxic ash marshes. It was predominantly favored by Da Fist as the planet bred tough, hardy Orks for training and indoctrination, however there was a fairly large sub-faction of Orks from the world among the Solid Squigs as boyz particularly skilled in navigating the sweltering mists in underground caverns or navigating the expansive boiling swamps were valuable as scouts and guides. What was in abundance though was the location of enemy advances and strong points. With all of this being public knowledge it was on Kill Mob Primus Orkus to decide where they wanted to deploy. Option One: A Steel Predators armored spear head is rolling through the mountains and surrounding low lands obliterating the various recruitment settlements present. While the deaths of the feral Orks there isn't much a concern the enemy vehicles could make for some fine scrap, and admittedly its probably for the best that the local recruiting stock isn't totally destroyed for the sake of efficient casualty replacement. Option Two: An Imperial Stronghold has been hastily erected near the planets primary settlement which was promptly wiped clean by orbital bombardment before hand. Now it is being used to land enemy reinforcements and act as the primary staging ground for Imperial Guard forces present. While destroying it will be quite a task doing such will make the battle for the world infinitely easier and will greatly disrupt enemy plans. Option Three: A combined arms force of Steel Predators and Imperial Guard are running rampant through the worlds tunnel systems. They are currently engaged in hit and run attacks on subterranean factories and production centers that help keep both the Orkstartes and feral Orks equipped, the former for obvious reasons and the latter so that they can actually put up an effective fight against possible recruits for the Chapta Waaaaaaaaaghs new boyz. OOC: Everyone vote on where you wish to deploy, most votes wins. No splitting across options. @Vanestus @Colapse @Grall_Stonefist @GobMaw_HellSmasha @TuskatheDaemonKilla @bossaroo @Jorimel @Skarboy
[I vote Option 3 because while 2 offers a nice big fight, 3 is what Nokx would go for because it gives him the chance to do lots of sneaky tunnel fighting.] <earlier> After the fight, Nokx got hisself together and wandered around the battlefield for a bit. He wasn't interested in the shinier bitz or the larger metal chunks o' metal; such things wouldn't help the Night Ork be any sneakier. No, what he wanted was something to aid him in being more kunnin'. If ya gotta plan, his Bruvva-Ofisser always said, it betta be a kunnin' wun. Cos if you iz kunnin', then youz kan be ded brootal eazy. Of course, old 'Ead-Da-Rokkit wasn't the most cerebral of Orks, but if he had been then none of his Boyz would have trusted him. Well, trusted him for a Night Ork. Nokx picked up something out of the wreckage and peered through it. Sumfink loike dis. Dat's wot he needid. Sumfink wot wuld be ded 'andy for bein' xtra kunnin'. Sumfink ta make 'im more like 'is Primork. <still earlier, but a bit later> Nokx felt the need to have somewhere for his own with a bit of a view. Unfortunately, he was on a space hulk with a Rokk attached, so lofty spires were hard to come by. He settled for a nice bit of out of the way real estate, and took some of the skulls from the fight. He set them up on sticks, where most of them gleamed metal-ly and looked fierce. If he couldn't get dark paint, Nokx improvised, splashing a mixture of oil and ground up sooty bitz on the walls to darken the place up a bit. Just the thing for a Night Ork. It also handily marked what he decided was his terrortory. Nokx liked the sound of that. Having set up his gear and dragged in enough metal spars and stuff to make a nice comfy bed, once he'd piled mattresses on top of it, Noxk surveyed his private room. He'd painted a nice big Night Orks symbol on the back wall. He had the urge to make a nice fancy chair to go in it too, where he could sit to think over his most kunnin' plans, but that could wait. He needed to see a Git about his seein'-gubbinz. <time fer Waaaaagh> Nokx stood in the crowd listening to the briefing. He nodded to his Bruvvas, giving a grin to his fellow Sneaky Bruvva Da Solid Squig. Gud at proppa 'untin', dat wun. Then he listened some more. Goff Angulz. It was no secret that the Night Orks had a bit of a ... thing ... going back a few ... centuries with the Angulz in Blakk. Nokx kept his opinions to hisself, only snorting a bit, which could have been mistaken for trying to clear his nose. "Well," he said, loudly, wanting his Bruvvas to lissen gud, "Oi fink we shuld attakk innna tunnelz. Cos it standz ta reeson dunnit," he offered, cogently. When this apparently failed to sound like a persuasive argument, Nokx took a deep breath and elaborated. "If we iz gonna 'urt dem 'Umies proppa-loike, wez gotta 'it 'em where it 'urtz. In da supply-loine. So wez orta 'it 'em wher we kan do da most dammidge. An show 'em oo'z da mos' kunnin' an' da' mos' brootal."
The goff angul silently agreed with the night ork seething with rage as he checked the Barrel of his plasma gun making sure the barrle wasnt warped from earlier
Orskurr was a thunderhead of potential violence, thoughts turned to the last encounter of Orkstartes and Astartes. It had seen his Chapta crushed, a permanent mark of shame on it's history and any Ork that still dared to wear the colors. An Ork like Orskurr, decorated veteran Nob and newly christened Lurnean' Taktikul Git and Da 'Eadsman, for his love of tackling the biggest and flashiest enemies, claiming their heads as trophies. Since their loss, he had also lost any trophies on hand. Yet another affront to his Orkstartes sense of pride. He would claim the heads of many an Astartes on the world below, for so many slights to the Ultra-Orks. "Da tunnelz. Let da zoggin' Goff Angulz make up fer dere losses an' tackle da 'umies. I want da 'eads of da Astartes! We'z gonna let any Chapta of da Orkstartes mistake us fer cowards? Fink we'z afraid of fightin' space muhreens? I sayz we dig our way out wiv da 'eads of erry single Astartes ta show!"
Once more did war call the Orkstartes to action! Kill mob Primus Orkus loaded up into a transport bound for the human fortress that had been erected down below and eagerly awaited their chance to get to grips with the enemy. A pilot up front pulled down a small walky-talky and began bellowing into it even as their craft listed to the side and jetted out of the hangar. "Fank yooz fer choozin air Groggit! Weez gonna git uz down inta da enemy gitz areas of existenze real fast like. Please have yooz dakka an choppas ready fer impact. " An impact was the kindest way of putting their landing. Descending through the ash choked skies of the planet a fresh cloud of anti-air fire greeted them and the multitude of transports falling from above. Ramshackle armor girding the various Ork flown birds blew away like wooden boards before hurricane winds and more than a few flying tugs were sent spiraling down on tails of flame. "'Ere we go bruvas! Give 'em zoggin' hell! FER DA EMPERWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" The cockpit blew apart from a hydra flak round, their engines soon followed and the transport was now little more than a burning box of scrap hurdling toward the nearest enemy AA emplacement. Everything burst into flame and for a moment they were all blind. Wrecked vessel wedged up against the reinforced battlements of a standard Imperial bastion the Deff Watchas spilled from their crash through a split floor like entrails slipping free of a gutted stomach. A wrecked flak cannon emplacement was strewn about in the wake of their crash landing. "Da xenos are on top of the gun towa! " A voice caught between thick Orkish brutality and human grace sounded below them. Running up to meet the recovering Orkstartes came a mob of large Ogryns. Ripper guns were already firing wildly at them in volleys controlled only by the in built limiters that kept the automatic shotguns from emptying their entire payloads in a single sausage fingered triggering. Heavy shot bucked off their armor or embedded into thick green flesh, flesh wounds for now but a damn good wake up call that they had best get into the fight. One of the walking piles of muscle immediately stood out even to the groggy vision of the crash survivors, a solid battle helmet with a pair of impressive plasteel horns jutting out of it that wouldn't of looked out of place on one of themselves denoted some form of leader. Primus Orkus: Nokx: 17 Snejk: 17 Slagface: 17 Zakilla: 17 Barok: 17 Orskurr: 17 Gazgrul: 17 Conditions: Imperium: Ogryns: 15/15/15/15 Bone 'Ead:20 Conditions:
<Ere we go !> Zakilla laughed as they plummeted to the world below a true descent of Angulz of deff <Ogryns> "Oi ! Deze gitz fink deyz orkz !!! Lets krump deze daft pretenders sumfing proppa !!!!" Zakilla shouted to his fellow deff watchas before he fired a blob of plasma at an ogryns legs wanting to keep its dakka in tact
Jumping out of the transport, Snejk knelt down behind broken piece of the tower's masonry, not terribly happy with the couple of bad hiding places this tower presented him with which meant that they had to kill these funny looking gits fast and get the hell out of this place. Taking the Ogryn leader's head between his crosshairs, Snejk pressed the trigger couple of times, intent on using the simplest tactic he knew - kill the biggest one and the rest will flee. "Dis lil squiggy goes to da market..." OOC firing on Ogryn Bone 'Ead
Tuska picked himself up and shook his head after the initial crash as he was struggling to remember why they were there in the first place as he heard several large sounding voices with crude accents almost as crude as their own moving towards them. "Oi youz call dat Dakka?!" He asked as he got a firm footing and brought up his kombie shoota and Dakka arm. "Dis is dakka!!" He yelled as his weapons suddenly erupted to life firing towards the group of ogryns. (OOC firing on the normal ogryns with kombie shoota and dakka arm)
