@Vlayden

Searas wiped her bloody gloves on the pants of the recent guardsmen she applied treatment to. Even as the fighting intensified and the noise increased she was in her own bubble of tranquility, her actions firm and precise with experience and training leading the way. Every guardsman saved was a life not wasted for the emperor, every warrior brought back into the fight was the retribution of the imperium

Part of her sorely wanted to turn her focus to battle to purge the greenskins but in the end her logical part prevailed. As seras noticed the guardsmen around her forming a sort of defense around her she gave a faint smile and shook her head before telling them.

“I apricate the gesture but you heard command, go show those orks that we are harder than they will ever be. If you want to protect me then do so by killing them before they can try to kill us. After all I am supposed to babysit your sorry rear ends so don’t go and steal my job.’

With her piece said the vostroyan stopped her smile and turned her focus once more to the task at hand. However, noticing that there were several guardsmen leading the charge she made sure to slowly start heading in their direction healing the injured as she went.

OCC; Two heal actions on guardsmen

Watching the greenskin Kommando he was charging drop it's Shoota in favor of drawing a crudely made knife from it's belt, Romanus felt a grin cross his face. Bringing his Combat Blade to bare, they began a deadly clash. Trading several blows during which both Romanus and the greenskin took minor wounds he eventually found his chance to take the advantage. Slashing apart the Kommando's forearm he grabbed it's blade from the now loose hand, before thrusting it up to hilt through the greenskins chest.

His current fight finished he turned to the remaining Kommandos drawing a set of throwing knives from the bandoleer around his chest as he did so. Finishing his turn he let the blades fly through the air towards them, before ducking under the corpse of his previous foe, using the hilt in it's chest to prop it up as a piece of makeshift cover.

OOC: Fan of Knives on Kommandos, 1 Defense on Romanus

Seeing that her plasma shots had little effect on the Killa-Kanz, she was an inch away from overcharging her plasma gun before the remaining Kommandos caught her attention. She immediately twists her upper body and zeros her aim down at the remaining Kommandos, releasing two bolts of plasma their way.

(( Two standard shots towards Kommandos))

Missiles coughed and spun into the air, corkscrewing wildly and slamming into the ground, kicking up dirt; the chimera transports swirved violently in their attempts to avoid the payloads, the Commissar's own driving managing to avoid two near direct hits already even as more missiles fall. Guardsmen were thrown in the air as were the greenskins, but no actual vehicles had been hit or even grazed, to their fortune.

"Oh-- fraggin hell," The Sergeant started, raising her laspistol and firing wildly at an incoming ork. Her frantic shots became even more rapid as the details set in and she realized the greenskin wasn't any slugga, but a fullblown Kommando with gear to match and a heavy knife in hand, thick leathers and bandoliers covering his bulky form. One, two, three las-shots hit but nothing managed to slow him down, the beast jumping forward and slamming into the interior of the Taurox. Its crimson eyes glared up at the two guardsmen, soon getting up - even as it found itself cramped in the interior of the vehicle.
"...Leave it t' me. You keep drivin this bloody thing." Korallia muttered, reaching over and picking up her chainsword and leaping over the side of the seat. Sounds of the weapon's engine, yells of both greenskin and human variety and splattering was all that Siegfried could hear behind him.

The tankbustas themselves cackled and slapped at one another briefly as they let loose their payloads, watching with a childish form of glee as missiles spun unpredictably in the air - some even hitting one another. Their giddiness didn't last long as the Armageddoneer raised himself, his loader sliding in a frag missile with a click - and a moment later the explosive soared through the air, blasting away most of the of the greenskins into a giant puff of gore and blood -all the while lasbolts scorching past and into the smoke itself, searing the xenos as guardsmen let loose.
The Rough Rider braved worse than this, he knew, and with no warning to his companions he'd charged in - spearing two of the greenskin foes in the smoke and trampling over a third. He was lucky enough to have not been obliterated as the second missile came by, missing him by mere feet and almost knocking his steed over even as it caused another explosion and killed all but one of the Tankbustas remaining; something he himself could butcher with ease.


Sixth Company's luck with the Kans was dubious, however - heavy bolters peppered them with little effect, noticable dents but little more appearing on their plating even as their killsaws butchered anyone who came near, their waddling coming at a pace that was unnervingly quick. Blood soon painted their weapons and the orkish trinkets that littered their front, the pilots all laughing and speaking in their brutish language to one another. Shouts of panic and orders to fall back were all heard by the Guardsmen but it was a difficult proposition - such mechanical monsters were as fast as one could run, after all.

The Scion took aim at one of the Kans just as the Chimeras did, autocannon rounds banging off shells that dented and penetrated into two of them, sending balls of flame roaring outwards. The orkish horde that surrounded Sixth Company soon started to panic and flee as their solid 'front line' was being obliterated, even moreso one the last of them was melted open with a bolt of plasma. Kommandos hid into the brush and soon, it was all empty with only the sounds of the dead and dying.

Korallia's victory against her own Kommando was a close one, having come only as she kicked in its kneecap and - with that small opening - lunging her chainsword forward, effectively decapicating it in two strokes and the shriek of a chainweapon's engine, before falling back against the compartment's wall, breathing in heavily.
"...You're a bloody madman, Sieg. Bloody madder than Pask, I swear." She said, trying her best to contain a laugh.

"SIXTH COMPANY! Return to your squads, group up! I want a body & ammo count within ten minutes. Get the supplies out of the transports and the landing craft, this is our base! KORALLIA! Get over here, we're speaking."


Ten minutes went by as sergeants checked their squads, guardsmen checked ammo counters and chimeras reloaded ammo hoppers and refueled promethium supplies. Vox-casters gave out orders and soon enough, the entirety of Sixth Company went to work setting up base defenses; it was a vast area they were set to tend to, and for under two hundred men it was going to be difficult to fully prepare against. Yet simultaneously, even with their numbers it was certainly doable as rockcrete supplies were fetched out of the lander's rear hatches, along with extensive construction machinery; basic palisades & walls were made, with solid foundations of imperial bunkers being set in key locations. By day's end, they may yet have something made of this landing site.

Inside the lander, Sergeant Korallia would have brought Gamma Squad with her - along with three other sergeants, two Armageddoneer and one Vostroyan - would stand at attention to the Platoon Commander.

"Our landing was successful, much to our fortune, and with it we have a fair bit of rubble; extra supplies since we're going to need to be frugal, for usage in defenses. However, given our short timespan of maybe two days at the absolute most, maybe half of today if not, we'll only be able to get to setting up something of importance today. We'll end up makin more as we go, but we need to see what we're going to be getting out of this." A hand set down onto the map - a vast, extensive city with market districts, a mountain set into its centre - where they were, in the eastern part of the city, miles all around being more buildings.
"So. This is why I brought you all here. I've always been on the offensive, not defensive. This is out of my field, and why I've asked you lot t' be here- you've proven yourself more than capable on the ground in at least one way."​

OOC: You are to help pick one major fortification structure. Post as you will - post-combat (hue) chatter, so forth, and set your vote.

A - Look to the Skies: set up a landing pad or two with a vox-network aimed upwards, for the use of aerial support. Sixth Company will be able to use Valkyries & Vendettas in future operations nearby, and more reinforcements will be readily available. Furthermore, additional fortification facilities will be available as additional supplies & manpower are brought down.

B - Codebreaker: construct a major vox network for the use on the battlefield. Sixth Company will have the capability of communicating with other companies and regiments nearby on the battlefield, and you will have advance warning of most threats; furthermore, any orkish 'kommunikayshunz' may be intercepted, and translated.

C - Do No Harm: set up proper medical facilities, for the company's medics to use. Any company deaths have a far higher chance of returning later on, and players themselves will be healed more whenever Gamma Squad returns to base.

D - Get a Shovel: Use the Kriegers' knowledge in siege warfare and improve the defenses considerably; any attack on the base itself will be far sturdier and orks will pay dearly for every inch. However, it gives no benefit outside of base defense.



@Taec @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Keidivh @RuinaImperii @CupcaknHell @Vanestus @DeezNuts @Tamu @Wata @bossaroo @ItsTime ​

Garrul, once again enjoying a cigar, contemplated the two options he deemed most prudent. Due to his comparative (in his opinion) superiority in fighting without much reinforcements, option A was discredited. Option B had it’s merits, however, as he once again was used to fighting alone, in addition to the fact that he doubted the usefulness of intercepting and deciphring Orkish messages, this option was also discredited.
This left option C and D; C appealed to his friendly and caring nature, believing that caring for his battlebrothers was of utmost importance. Option D on the other hand played very much into what he and his Makarthian kinsmen was effective at; total defence through artillery, orbital strikes and in this case, Trench and Guerilla warfare, with the latter being his particular specialization. He decided that victory was of more importance than the lives of his comrades, as sad as it was. After all, the good of the many outweighs the good of the few.
So the tentatively cleared his theoat and spoke up in favour of option D, and explained his reasoning thereof. (What I just wrote essentially) and afterwards offered the present guardsmen from his box of cigars to potentially gain some favour with his new brothers in arms.

The fight had reached its inevitable conclusion, with the forces of the God Emperor smashing the Ork Horde and routing the Xenos filth. With the immediate area secure the company had began bringing in all the supplies needed to set up a proper field command. Unit 7 was preparing to assist with this task when instead his squadron was called back to regroup in the lander and await their platoon commander.

When the commander asked for the squadrons recommendations as to how to set up the base, it was taken aback somewhat. Never had it witnessed an officer asking the troops how to do their jobs. But if that was what was needed, Unit 7 would comply.

"This unit would have the first option be selected. The second option is of little note, as the Xenos will likely have little worth intercepting. The third option is unneeded as well, casualties will happen regardless. It would be a waste of resources to delay this fact, when more bodies could be brought to bear instead. After all, to die in service of the Emperor is the greatest reward. The final option is an optimal one as well, but proper defenses without the manpower to hold them is pointless.

With the first option not only will we receive further manpower, but air support and the supplies needed to make further improvements."

When Garrul offered the squadron cigars, Unit 7 did little more than stare with those empty glass lens. "Damaging to the respiratory system, reduces combat effectiveness. This one doesn't understand why you hinder yourself in such a way."
@CupcaknHell

Siegfried made a small nod of approval after the Sergeant killed the Greenskin, it was a brief tiny thing that was almost impossible to see. "We're all at least a little mad Sergeant, this is war after all." He said assuming her statement was a complement, he had of course heard of Knight Commander Pask and his legendary skill. The commissar then went to the audio player and paused the tape as the battle was now over. Once hearing the order to group up he began driving the heavily damaged Taurox to where it should be. As the sergeants took inventory and counted the dead he exited the Taurox and after a brief stretch placed his hat upon his head and moved to where the squads were forming up to observe the goings on.

He reached into his coat pocket and brought out a metal case revealing an assortment of lho sticks, he picked one out with a gloved hand and placed the appropriate end into his mouth as he put the case back into his coat pocket. His hand came back up with a lighter which he quickly ignited to light the lho stick in his mouth, once it caught he flipped the lighter to extinguish the flame and put it back into whatever pocket it had originally been in. He took a drag then and exhaled the smoke through his nose. The chemicals making him a bit more at ease as the Platoon Commander explained the situation. A bit unorthodox to be asking the soldiers for advice but it wasn't entirely out of the ordinary he supposed. After all the men and women of this slap dash regiment were far from untested white shields or conscripts.

Personally he at first thought fortifying the area would be appropriate but further thought did point out that such a construction would not assist in further operations. They were here to exterminate greenskins and simply staying in side their current base was not going to work. He concluded that constructing a landing pad for reinforcements and more supplies would be more prudent than anything else that would come to mind. "I agree with the Krieger." He said clearly so he could be heard by all.

Kallen wiped his arm on his jacket, removing some of the blood off from his earlier kills, but leaving a red streak across the green. He listened attentively to the options laid out to them, and began to think about which would be the most useful in beating the scum. Whilst defences would be good against the orks coming back, it wouldn’t help them when they inevitably pushed the orks back. As well as this, Kallen was not one to sit in a trench and wait, he thought over the other three options. All three were good for the fight, especially the medical facilities and the landing pads. listening to the other guardsmen talk before responding himself. “I also agree, we may need more supplies to fight back the Xenos. The landing pads would be useful.” he said to the group. He shook his head, at the offer of a cigar, but smiled at the guardsman to show appreciation for the offer. He preferred to keep himself in the best condition to fight back the enemies of the emperor.

@Vlayden
Searas headed to the command tent after she had done as much as she could for the injured that could be saved and administered pain killers or sleep medication to those who could not be saved. After the briefing was done and some of the others had spoken she added her own analysis to the mix.

“To fight better, longer and do work in holy emperors name we need men and material. Air support not to be counted on but pad allows option for more advance facilities and equipment. No idea how long we here so fortifying is not wise, trying to code break orks is stupid as they either too predictable or too unpredictable, so no way to predict if they no follow or change plan mid-way and I am loathing to say it but medicate facility useless without medicine.

I can save major injuries without them, I can patch up minor injuries and return men back to fighting condition without them but save lives, fight infections that make men unable to fight or fight fatal injuries, no can be done without proper equipment and supplies. Even if we move out soon the pad construction will help flow of supplies that can reach us later.”

Walking into the command tent alongside the rest of Gamma Squad, Romanus listened intently to the construction options that were laid out before them. While the trenches would be useful for defensive actions that the company undertook they wouldn't serve any purpose in the pushes they would most likely be making against the orks. The vox-network would also be unlikely to provide useful information due to the unstable nature of the orks. This left the only, in his opinion, viable options being the medical facilities and the landing pad. Both options provided immediately useful services, proper medical support in the case of the medical facilities and air support along with additional resources and manpower with the landing pad. After much deliberation between the two options it came down to the landing pad as his choice due the the additional benefits it provided. "I agree with the Kreigsman as well," Romanus said resolutely,"the landing pad simply provides to many advantages to be ignored at this time."