"Could me and jack try to make a pyramid? I try to stand or at best try to hold our phoenix lord while he takes a shock then Gerald goes in to try to take on the remaining or while the rest try to assist and get to combat after the shot is taken?" Jafde asked throwing out another suggestion.

"Far too unstable. One little discrepancy in your own balance and my shot will be off. An Ork is essentially pure muscle. Far higher accuracy." Irillyth explained plain for the human-woman to understand.

Having not really paid all that much attention to what was going on until there was the Dread-sized Ork and the boys that followed that was taken care of by Iryllith, then came heading out, the team picking up their wargear aside from a newcomer Sister of Battle, likely someone else from their own dimension and finally seeing the orks using ammo crates as a ram, Alicia was feeling rather out of for the moment.

Alas, hearing Jack suggest that they blow up the likely full ammo box caused to come to her senses, only to sigh and then say "Are we seriously going to risk blowing the nursery door up if that ammo crate is full of ordinance? Have you all being sniffing warp dust lately, or have you all lost your mind already because if we do blow up the crates and the doors are ruined, then A: Empy ain't gonna be at all happy with us and B: We'd be stuck defending this section due to said ruined doors."
As she readied her blade, the fake Commorrite then said "So, perhaps we all go in with melee weapons, that are not likely to go and blow up the ammunition and therefore us, for that matter?"

"Iamnotonanydurgs!.....aSuperHormagauntonWarpdust...." Jack echoed the idea to himself as if he began taking the idea seriously. His tyranid eyes dilated as he thought at the possibilities. A hormagaunt faster than a speeding eldar wynch! Stronger than a greater daemon of Khorne! More durable than Ultramarine plot armor! "I would be unstoppable..." he whispered, so in awe of it that his speech was slowed down to the point of being normal. Shaking his head to bring himself back into the current situation, he heard what Alicia had suggested and shrugged. "Well, yeabutnoteveryoneisasgoodwithmeleelikeacoupleofus. Lessdangerousforthesuperbabies, butIlikemyheadwereitisthankyouverymuch."

(OOC: oh look, someone said the magic word)

"You'z gunnah do wut?!" Gerald exclaimed, almost surprised by the mere idea of destroying loot, "we aintz destroyin no stinkin loot if we'z kan still loot it ya daft 'ummie git." Thinking on this even further, Gerald realized the explosion could potentially destroy any war gear the Orks may have had in their possession as well. Which would have been awful for Gerald, he's been itchin to get himself anotha Choppah ever since his mantis scythe dissapeared.

Looking toward the group and then the panzee, Gerald grabbed the L'dar git and practically threw him ontop of his shoulders himself. He felt like a total moron and a complete tool at the moment, but at the very least, he'd be able to get the loot that nob had on him.

"Iz dis gud enuff fer ya panzee?" Gerald asked, ire clearly audible in his voice, "take out da nob, I wantz hiz gear fer meself."

Irillyth was surprised when suddenly grabbed, but once he landed on the shoulders of the Ork he relaxed relatively quickly. "This is embarrassing for the both of us, Ork." The Phoenix Lord reminded him, taking aim, using Gerald's head as a support for his Prism Rifle. He switched it to focus shot instead of scatter beam, leaned into the scope and took his time.

First beat of the weapon case. The head was in sight of the scope.
Second beat of the weapon case. The center dot was now right at on the head of the greenskin leader.
Third beat of the weapon case. A bright blue beam emit across the hallway and pulverized the head, causing the Nob to simply slump to the floor.

The Phoenix Lord directly jumped off Gerald's shoulders before he was to throw him off. The Orks seemed to know where the shot came from, looked at the group and roared "WAAAAAGH!" as they launched their attack against them.... "Here they come boys, better take 'em out quick!"



OOC - Enemy Status:
6 'Super Orks' - Equipped with choppas & shootas


Reminders & Overview:
@GobMaw_HellSmasha - Gerald Malon - Green - Emblem??? - Mostly Ork - Char Sheet | Ork Big-Boy
@MetalDog4 - Robert Yates - Blue - Emblem - Mostly Tau - Char Sheet | Tau Firewarrior
@BuriasDempsey - Jack Martin - Light Grey - Emblem - Mostly Nids - Char Sheet | Tyranid Super Hormagaunt
@Maleth - Alicia Seranos - Eggplant Purple - Emblem - Mostly Dark Eldar - Char Sheet | Dark Eldar Kaballite Warrior
@Donairian - William Saxon - Black with Silver trims - Emblem - Mostly IG / Inquisition - Char Sheet | Inquisitor Acolyte
@Vulpas - Jade - White & Orange - Emblem - Mostly Adeptus Sororitas - Char Sheet | Sister of Battle

"Oooh boy" Jade said as she raised her bolter taking aim. A part of her was telling her to run and gun another part was telling her not to move a step back and face these xenos. Firing her bolter she aimed for the head and the chest pof these works. "Don't let them get close anyone good a way to slow them down?! " Jade yelled as she firred her bolter

William smirked as the head of the Ork nob was pulverized, a subtle change of expression on his face that might be noticeable to the rest of the group but nevertheless merely a reflection of the good feeling William felt seeing the Ork eliminated before knowing what hit him. Elated by the excellent sniping Saxon stood firm, part of him debated firing at a different greenskin than @Vulpas Jade but considering how big these Orks actually were he decided it might be a better idea to try and focus one of them down first while they were still at range, just to make sure they can kill one of them in overwatch.

Quickly changing targets William focused his attention on the Ork Jade was shooting at, aiming for the head and knowing that the big Ork was likely still way too tough to bring down quickly if he did not aim for the one vulnerable spot he controlled his bursts of fire.

"Final'ee? Now we'z 'ave a reel fight!" Gerald exclaimed, chuckling as the enraged Orks ran toward their position. He grabbed his Choppah and the piece of table debri from earlier, and hauled himself in front. "Yur gear iz moine ya weedy gitz!" He yelled toward the incoming boyz. If he was going to fight an Ork, it was going to be head on, his Orkish side wouldn't have had it any other way. Yeah they might have been a head or two taller then him, but they weren't better then him. He'd prove that to everyone. Gerald bellowed out his own "WAAAAAAGH!" as he charged toward one of the Orks himself.

With the battle about to be joined between them and the giant ork boyz, Jack did what he thinks was a smart idea. Instead of combating them head on, he goes to try to climb up the side of the wall. The idea was to get to the ceiling and drop on one of the orks from above, stabbing them in their backs and head hopefully without them able to reach him with their massive arms. Though he knew it would be hard than when he did it in the caves from their last mission, but he hoped that his claws and secondary talons would tear in purchases for him to climb up with.