The new introduction of the brutish walkers had brought Orkish morale up fairly well, their masses of gunfire getting even more deafening if such a thing was possible - sheer weight of lead being thrown into the Company had taken out a dozen Guardsmen, even as they began to set up heavy weapons into craters and rubble or upon hillsides nearby - the telltale staccato roar of heavy bolters letting loose had given a bit more confidence to the Companies' actions even through the Kommando's own suppressive fire - another two men fell with holes through their front flak, and soon enough screaming started to go through the ranks.
"MEDIC!" A woman had called out as she tried to stem the bloodloss on a Vostroyan, another Armageddoneer a distance away howling the same word as he held his bloody stomach; most of the men and women hit had not died, but were certainly on their way towards this fate if they weren't helped.

A Chimera slammed through a small crowd of the greenskins with its heavy flamer spewing its contents wildly as the other trailed to the right. Autocannons booming, they tore through the Horde and were relatively unscathed, save for one: a stikkbomb exploded close enough to one of the Chimeras to knock it to the side, scraping at its armour and taking off a portion of the side armour, along with two lasgun sponsons.

The Kommando'z were cut down brutally by Gamma squadron as frag grenades exploded in their midst - guttural shouts of warning did little to avoid the explosions that sent bodyparts flying, one Kommando with a rokkit launcha in hand being blown apart from such a frag and causing even more to blow away - only two dozen of the Kommando's remained, yet they didn't seem phased in the least.
If anything, the loss of their numbers strengthened them, their suppressive fire halting for more accurate bursts - if such a thing was of course, able to be used to describe the Xenos - and moving from cover to cover. One larger one held a Big Shoota in hand, raising it and firing long, vicious bursts toward Gamma Squadron, most of the rest of the spec ops orks keeping themselves low or firing blindly for the sake of survival. Before, they were almost sixty trying to fit into a crowded area - with the numbers cut down, cover was certainly much less crowded now!

Saven was one such individual that was hit by the greenskins, her flak vest taking two slugs to it and cracking ribs, sending her flying off the Taurox as a third round cut through her bicep; it was a miracle that little more than that had hit her, even if she'd lost her mode of transportation. Her gunfire towards the Tankbustas had been thrown off, leaving them (at least from her) unscathed.

Romanus' frag had butchered over half a dozen of the Tankbustas, along with his own blade impaling through two of the greenskin horde. A third came over with a cleaver in hand, swinging it down and narrowly missing. His own sword swung up and chopped into the beast's bicep, causing it to snarl and try to grab at him. A stab at the fingers and a stab with a combat knife and he had gotten free from the brief hold.

Kallen's own luck had been a bit better - while with certainly less kills at only two to his name, they had been easy ones for the most part -one tunnel-visioning beast that was trying to kill off one of the heavy weapons teams getting his throat torn open, with a second being stabbed ruthlessly into its thick chest and into the heart and lungs, soon choking on its own blood.



Garrul's sentinel quickly took a barrage from the mob in front of him, big shootas being raised to hit the lightly armoured canopy and tearing a hole uncomfortably close to his knee along with damaging the plexiglass in front of him. His covering fire had however, worked wonders - over a dozen beasts killed and most of their gunfire coming away from the men on the ground to get at him. Bigger must have been better, they thought!
Comparatively, Unit 7's attempts at firing at the Kommando's had earned him nothing - a satisfying explosion from the frag got some of them, but his own lasgun required a new power pack. His chance at a killshot soon fell away with the reload, even with as much instinct and speed put into the action - soon they were back into cover and he could do little more than try to pin one or two down.

Aquilia's plasma fire seared through six of the beasts, even as the more knowledgeable of them yelled brutish words over at the Horde - as though comprehending, some of the shoota boyz had brought their guns up and opened fire at the Stormtrooper along with the elite Kommando's, but it was for naught. Armoured carapace plating left her immune to the stray rounds that glanced off; had she been using flak she may have been hospitalized, but all she felt was bruising on her chest and left leg, the heavy-duty plates doing their work admirably.
Even the Deff Dread had brought its own big shoota to bear, the twin-barreled weapons rattling off more rounds that punched into her gut and shoulder, almost stumbling her. Almost. The Emperor's hand was on the Scion's shoulder as she soldiered on through, many a Guardsman looking on with awe.

The Killa Kanz themselves had waddled forward as well, their own weapons firing if they could - the two rokkits fired spiraling into the air and landing haphazardly, one almost actually killing a Tankbusta rather ironically, whilst the Big Shoota sprayed the Catachan. Rounds peppered his location and it was only with the usage of the burly ork he had just killed, was he left unscathed. The Chimeras had noticed their arrival relatively swiftly, both turrets turning and firing - HE rounds blew off trinkets and scrap off of them before the weapons were reloaded, soon more vicious AP rounds being sent downrange. Solid rounds tore through the first one and ruined the rokkit launcha on it, tearing apart the upper plating and sending it back a bit - its waddling forward nearly causing the thing to fall flat on its back. Nearly; it was merely dumb luck that the thing had not done so and exploded, but its own pilot was already worried and in a panic, its remaining klaw arm flailing wildly. Only the sight of the other three Kanz had kept it in check, despite the heavy damage done to it.

Roy's focus on the Deff Dread was eerily terrifying, the missile launcher brought up and with little more than three to four seconds of aiming, he fired a krak round - obliterating one side of the machine and causing fuels to explode behind it,one klaw and the flamer all cooking off into a searing mess. The shock of it all had stunned the Deff Dread's pilot, causing it to turn this way and that in an attempt to look for the perpertrator - enough time for Sina to expertly slide in a second krak round that mimicked the first, simultaneously ducking from the big shoota, now blowing off the center of the vehicle and almost sending it falling backwards.
Its frontal orkish skull plating was all but destroyed, and its engine was both on fire and heavily damaged; in a panic, the pilot did his best to flee the scene, though such destruction had left him a sitting duck, one leg barely dragging itself behind the machine; it would be child's play for Roy to set a third into the rear.

Unfortunately, the Kommando in question was not at all wanting to let them go - the weapon was set to full auto right on the heavy weapon pair, rounds only narrowly being avoided with puffs of dirt flying up all around them; any attempt at firing back would lead to a battered flak vest or worse.

Seras' own shots had unfortunately, done very little - a handful of lasgun blasts towards the Tankbustas had in the chaos, for the most part done little more than singe most of them until she'd gotten a killshot. Shoulder tensed, rifle raised and eye set on the sights, it had only taken a second - an exhale, the sight of some form of timebomb being taken out and fiddled with; it would've only taken a second. Had a burst from one of the Kanz not suddenly knocked her down and caused her to sear the Ork's head open instead, she would have had a sizable killcount - unfortunately, she'd gotten only one.
No explosions, but, it was something.


780 found himself in the same position, more or less - the chaos and the manic nature of the Tankbustas making them scramble this way and that as grenades flew nearby and gunfire mowed parts of their ranks. What killshots he may have gotten were soon taken away by another or the Ork ducked, or something - a single one had rushed forward with a bulky grenade in hand; it was a luck shot, but the grenade was the perfect target, and with it, the ork itself had vanished into a red 'boom' - bone shards spraying his comrades behind him and one unfortunate Guardsman nearby.

Sergeant Korallia continued to scream in her seat, raising one leg onto the dash in an attempt to brace herself as though expecting to crash at any moment - some words from the Commissar at least registered to her and she'd brought her laspistol out the side door, firing blindly at those that came near. While she hadn't gotten any kills to her name she at least had stopped two or three from actually jumping on!
Siegfried, was in a different situation entirely: confidence growing and his hands tightening on the wheel, the machine-spirit from the Taurox roared with approval as it was sent this way and that, crushing a greenskin or two here and there - a number that certainly grew relatively quickly - whilst dodging rokkits here and there. Big shoota rounds peppered the right side of the Taurox, a few rounds puncturing it and one glancing down into the tracks - Siegfried's driving swerved violently for a few seconds, and it was only with some quick readjustments that they didn't flip over. They were lucky that was not a rokkit; they wouldn't have even been able to have a taurox to swerve with.

Zhara sat up on the turret and blazed away with the gatling cannon, the weapon sounding more like a deafening drone than any other weapon - the Tankbustas found themselves with a dozen less men in their fighting strength in less than two seconds of firing. The manic fire had sadly cut the shooting short with a round getting caught in one barrel whilst the other was locked with it; she'd have to unjam the bloody thing.

Dei's charge had unfortunately done little in the way of success - a spray of gunfire from the orks hitting his steed numerous times - while it was not as worrying with how the beast charged all the same, the next burst came from one of the Kommando'z that hit from the side, grazing his own leg and hitting the horse, causing it to buck and neigh furiously; it was all he could do now to hold on!

The Company itself was doing relatively well, were it not for the slowly mounting casualties - lasgun fire taking out what pushes from slugga boyz that appeared and frags being thrown to disperse groups, the Horde was starting to thin bit by bit. Commander Belinda raised her own sword and shouted words of encouragement to the Company, grenade launchers flying overhead and heavy bolter rounds spraying the terrain; it wouldn't take long for them to get their landing zone, at least.
"TAKE OUT THOSE TANKBUSTAS, MEN! WE AREN'T MOVING ANYWHERE WITHOUT CHIMERAS!" She shouted - an order obeyed swiftly with lasguns fired by the dozens. Red streaks were blinding as they fell onto the Tankbustas, their heads ducking from the sudden enfilade.

Moreso, with men such as Techpriest Otto; a kick of the rear Taurox door and he jumped out, the Mechanicum bionics allowing him to land with ease compared to anyone else - two Kommando'z had taken notice and one seemed to worry for a moment, the red-robed machine man wielding a vicious axe that crackled with energy, metal tentacles sprouting from his backside.
His charge had been one blessed by the Machine-God as his bionics set him forward with enough speed to endure the overwatch fire that pummeled him - denting the front of the carapace armour and one skimming over a mechadendrite, the only real damage had been how one round had nearly fully punctured his stomach plating, lodged right between the plate and his - now raw - stomach, feeling the burning round resting there. That could wait.
There were Xenos to kill.

A normal chain weapon could have made short work of the Kommando'z even as they tried to fight back, most backing up in vain to get away from the machine of thunder and lightning, cutting through his foes. A power axe was doing it effortlessly, each swing rending into greenskin flesh like it was butter. Even with two coming to try and tackle him, it was easy to chop into one and bury the axe head into the other, his mechadendrites throwing his victim off for a killing blow.
Eight kills were to his name, and it was one such as he that made the Greenskins reconsider.

OOC:
Orkish Horde: 276, morale is well, the Mechs having invigorated them.
Kommandos: 12; they're now far sturdier, having alot more room to work with and spreading themselves out: frags will take out at most, 2, if any. ​

Tankbustas: 37- Gonna fire this round; whether alive or not, all vehicles will be fired at. Will reload for next round's firing. These shots are under penalty, from Company suppressive fire.
Killa Kanz 1-4: (RL: 6) (K:25) (K:25) (BS:25) -- They will enter Klose Kombat next turn with the Company, and with Gamma Squad.
Deff Dread: 1: Anyone with good enough firepower may use an action to kill this deff dread: no roll to hit is required. Otherwise, it will flee the battle and return again with a vengeance.
The Mechs cannot be harmed by lasgun fire.


Sixth Company: 163; Suppressin the Tankbustas!
Heavy Weapon Teams: Suppressing the Ork Horde; they will do so until ordered otherwise. A player can roll to order them to shoot at something else: a player can only order ONE team.
(1-HB: 15) (2-HB:15) (3-HB:15) (4-AC:15) (5-HB:15)
Company Commander Belinda: 18: ordering suppressive fire upon the Tankbustas
Chimera 1: 50 Chimera 2: 45
Taurox: 29/35
Otto: 11/15 --Unit 7: 20/20 --Kallen: 24/24
Dei: 20/30-- 780: 20/20 -- Commissar Siegfried: 20/20
Romanus: 14/20 Saven: 14/20 Garrul: 23/30 Zhara: 20/20
Aquilia: 19/20 -- Roy: 20/20 -- Sina:20/20 Seras: 15/20 Korallia: 20/20

Saven has a total of FOUR warp charges to use. Dei has a total of two incendiary spearheads for use: each use will require an action to replace.
Otto, Roy, Kallen, 780, Seras, Garrul, Dei, Siegfried, Zhara & Korallia all have grenades.

@bossaroo -- Trait: Rokkit Boyz #1, Mechs #2
Zhara, Otto and Romanus have traits available for use

• 780: Built to Die charges: 1

• 780 and Seras may attempt to use their medicae skills to bring back incapacitated Guardsmen: a total of 9 are dying. One action must be set aside to heal them, to do so.
• Zhara must use actions to attempt to unjam the weapon, or leave the weapon entirely.
• Saven is disoriented from being knocked off the Taurox, and has -3 to all rolls for this turn.
• Roy is was suppressed by one of the Kommando's - any rolls to shoot will be with a -5 penalty. Crit fails will result in being hit.
• Dei must try to hold onto the steed in its pained panic - any attack attempts may risk being kicked off, and left on foot for the battle.

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"AHAHAHHAHA EAT IT XEN-" Zhara was interrupted as she went on her shooting spree as the gun finally stopped. "Son f of a bitch." Zhara said. As she began messing around with the main gun, Brining it near her she began to examine it. now how do the preist do this 010101? did they say, Ahhh I never under stood chants. Lets see if this works Oh empo- Omnissiah? machine spirit of this gun please be pleased and not angered as I try to unjam you and have you unleash good old lead upon the xeno scum that offend our sights." Zhara said as she began speaking in a attempt to unjam the main turret.

"Hey anyone know if that techpriest is still in our taurox? Guns jammed up here." She shouted down to the others. As she began to work attempting to first unload the gun ammo feed, then attempt to get the round out of the hot barrel, Swearing a few times do to the heat of the gun she worked carefully as her hands were only minority burned from the heat of the still hot gun.

After attempting to dislodge the round she would reload the feed and be ready to attempt to fire the weapon again attempting to spray hot lead on the rokkit boys that where a threat to them all.

OOC Both action on attempting to unjam

The Commissar's enjoyment of running down greenskins didn't seem to be fading anytime soon. With the Sergeant keeping would be boarders away he felt confident in not being interrupted in his driving. Granted the woman screaming was not preferable though he could not hear here very well over the sounds of battle and the loud music he had put on for the gunner. Speaking of the gunner he had noticed she had stopped firing. He could hear faint swearing and frustration coming from up where she sat. The weapon must have jammed, unfortunate though he had confidence in the woman fixing it. Back to the battlefield Siegfried continued to focus on keeping the vehicle from being destroyed by enemy fire.

OOC both actions defensive for the Taurox

Kiratai's anger was amounting, his horse was hurt and panicking and the damn greenskins were still too alive for his liking. All that had to wait as he put his efforts in calming down his horse. Attilan mounts were fierce in temper so he would need to be even more so.
If both of them survived this, he'd give this one a name.

OOC: action is horse control action

Kallen pulled back his blood soaked hand from the ork he had just killed, and for a moment gave a smile at the act he had committed. Killing the foul Xenos for the glory of the imperium was a great feeling. There would be time for celebrating their kills later, however, and once again Kallen threw himself at the orks in the horde, only stopping for a second to toss a frag grenade into the mass of vile green bodies.


Ooc: throwing grenade, normal attack on horde

Batting aside the choppa of the Ork he was fighting with the flat of his falchion, Romanus risked taking a glance across the battlefield to see what was happening. What he saw was rather invigorating, two of the walkers that the Orks had brought in were nearly destroyed, the Rokkit Boyz had taken a sizeable beating, and the Kommandos had nearly been wiped out. Though rather than breaking at so many casualties it seemed that the Kommandos reduced numbers had only made them more effective. Realizing that they needed to be taken out before they could cause any more damage to their forces, he turned back to his opponent and shoved them away with as much strength as he could muster. Having knocked them back he broke away from the fight with the horde and started rushing towards the Kommandos as quickly as he could, dodging enemy fire as he went. Closing the distance at a rapid pace he readied his blade and made to strike the first one to enter his reach.

OOC: Fire and Maneuver, then making a Charge at the Kommandos.

Despite nearly being wiped out, the Kommando's combat effectiveness actually seemed to increase as a result. An interesting result, though one he should have forseen. Orks didn't care about casulties. If anything it made them all the more eager to fight. No instead of simply suppressing Imperial forces they were picking them off. While the casualties didn't concern Unit 7, the xenos couldn't be allowed to live.

Loading a fresh laspack, Unit 7 carefully lined up his shots, las rifle cracking to life as he began firing at the remaining Kommando units.

OOC: Aimed shots at Kommandos

Nine. Nine. Acceptable losses. The Kommandos will maim more than nine if they are left alive. 780 will tend to the wounded later--if there was time--or to their gear, which there is always time for.

OOC: Aimed Shot at Kommandos

Otto more than anything knew one thing about Greenskins. That simple truth was that unless you killed them fast enough, only more would arrive. Raising his axe once more he continued his culling, the mechadendrite that held his volkite blaster whipping around as if it were autonomous, moving with precision and serpentine pattern of a snake. Bright blue flashes shining in the distance and thundering blows sounding from behind the Kommando's cover was the only indication of Otto's presence to his allies.

With Garrul now satisifed that his killcount was up in the double digits. He then spotted the deff dread, badly damaged and fleeing. He debated inside his mind wether the sentinel’s weapon system would be sufficient to take the xeno walker down. Deciding that all shots not taken misses, as well as the respect he’d gain from his battle brothers, he turned the sentinel around and let off another unaimed barrage, hoping that a stray beam would it a vital piece of the foul thing.

(OOC: Finishing the Deff Dread)