-Vesk & Kren- The last ork on the wartruk gave up trying to get into the interior or on the roof, and swung itself over to one of the wheels. He took his choopa and stabbed it into the wheel, completely ripping it out. With only 5 wheels left, losing two more will cause the wartruk to crash. Kren now have a harder time manuvering than before, which is not ideal as the ork shoota boyz continue to fire at him and the wartruk. The ork shoota boyz fired again, two of them missing this time. The one who had hit Kren was getting confident now, as it sprayed another volley at the wartruk, hitting the engine. Smoke began to flow out as several pieces of it flew off along with the hood. The wartruk began to shutter. It was never built properly, and now it threatened to disintegrate under the continual punishment from the shoota boyz. (Vesk can only kill the last ork if he either stab through the wartruk's side or shoot it with a range weapon, but will also damage the wartruk even more. Kren can't dodge attacks as easily now, and another direct hit would kill the engine. Creativity will be most helpful here, or at least ramming the other wartruk to get the pesky orks to stop firing for a second. Maybe take a risk of some sort?)
Kren continued cursing as the bullets flew he began to speed toward the other wartruck as it kept firing bullets at him. "OY I WILL SHOW YOU YOU GIT." He roared with using one hand he punched the window in front of him shattering the rest of it. he then began driving closer as he grabbed a krak from his belt as he bot close the back he rammed the truck and threw his krak grenade into the back of theirs. He then began attempting to dodge the rest of the fire and also get some distance from between there truk and the truk with the krak in it.
Vesk wasted no time. And although he knew the truck was damaged. One more little stab wound would not make the thing explode. Or so he hoped. Without any thought or word he stabbed swiftbrand straight through the trucks side. And separated the spine of the ugly ork.
-Vesk and Kren- As the krak grenade landed in the other wartruk, the orks inside looked at it stupidly before being blown to bits by the explosive. Kren swerved to avoided the wreckage and explosion just in time. As he got up to cheer, he realized the flaw in his plan. Kren's plan would've been perfect, had that wartruk been the only one of its kind in the convoy, and not the last one that was pulling up the rear. In front of them were three more wartruks, driving side by side to form a moving armored wall between them and Fastasped's ride in front. Each wartruk's back latch opened, and a shoota ork stood inside as well as on the roof of each of the wartruks. With a WAAAGH! they opened fire. Kren ducked under the steering wheel, while a large bump in the road sent Vesk on his butt in the back. Countless bullets flew over both their heads, splattering the outside and the inside of the wartruk, which looked a lot like Swiss cheese at this point. However, the engine was not so lucky. With another volley of bullets it finally began to give out, sputtering and slowing down. The two recruits better do something quick before they're stranded and surrounded by angry orks on wheels, or worst, be left in Fastasped's dust once more.
<Earlier> Ramiel took the upgrade and nodded to the one who had given it to him. His steed quite damaged, but it still gave it it's all to push through. Oddly enough with all the damage it got louder and louder, now at this point sounding like any other Bike, not the purr of earlier. He put the upgrade to the side of his bike and around the Rhino to catchup with his team. <Current> Ramiel agreed with his brother Tur and ran to his bike, quickly jumping on it and starting it up. "Lets, see who gets there first, aye?" Ramiel taunted before twisting the handle of his bike and setting off to the fuel station. Keeping a tight formation with his brothers.
<Tur> "Not really a question of who, but which of you two get there after me!" Like so many other White Scars a friendly bout of competition in the midst of a heated war zone was always welcome, and indeed as much a bonding experience for Brothers as it was for torn flesh and ruptured organs in the ensuing trip to the Apothecary, assuming they survived anyways!
-Tur, Ramiel & Temur- The three recruits sped off to the supply depot, intending to out race each other to the objective first. It was unfortunate for Ramiel, as his steed was damaged so doesn't have the same speed and acceleration to match his brother's rides. Nonetheless after a few minutes of furious riding they arrived at Fastasped's supply depot. It seemed that the astartes was generous in his term "supply depot." What was actually in front of them was merely a few large piles of explosives, weapons, and barrels of not-so-neatly stacked highly flammable fuel. As typical of orks exactly no safety precautions was made with any of the dangerous materials, as the recruits can actually see several dead grots that have suffocated after passing out around the fumes of the fuel barrels themselves. They also see a single ork drinking something out of another barrel by the front gate, which is really just a large piece of wood that read "sthap" that doesn't really block anything except for line of sight, and it did that poorly. They also see a lone shack in the middle of this ork made deadly hill ranges where one ork was sleeping against the outside wall of the shack. It had seemed Fastasped hasn't arrived yet, so perhaps the team have a moment to prepare for their target's arrival... (There's actually only two orks in this place, kill them if you want, then do something else that pleases you. Fastasped's convoy will appear, but not arrive quite yet, with the next post.)
<Tur> "Lets kill the Orks, leave them sitting up so from a distance they look normal and see if there is anything of note in there we might be able to use. Beyond that I propose we lay in wait with our bikes, let them enter the facility then start blowing it all sky high. Keep to our bikes to chase down Fastasped or any stragglers, my grenade launcher can get enough life to act as a make shift mortar if we wish. " Using his vox-bead to talk with both Temur and Ramiel the Scout brought his bike up against one of the fuel mountains for cover before stalking over to the hut. Kneeling down his nose wrinkles as the sleeping Ork lets loose a few heavy breathes filling his nostrils with its rancid breath, a swift jab of his knife pushes through the underside of its jaw and into the brain, a few quick swishes making sure it was well and destroyed before Tur went to poke his head inside the hut.
As the three recruits reached the supply depot Temur slowed down. He tuned his vox to the squad channel and watching his brothers speed towards the objective. “Vesk. Kren. We have received accurate information about Fastasped's destination. His intended destination is...” Temur then relayed the coordinates of the supply depot and the rough position of Fastaped's convoy. “Resistance here is minimal, and we will set up an ambush. The Hunt is on brothers.” With that information relayed he sped on after his Ramiel and Tur, fully expecting the Orks to be dispatched already.
" Kren you have to get us another truck. I can fight and will do so till my last breath. But jumping is out of my reach for now " Vesk grabs the stalker boltgun. He was a good shot but a better sword fighter. Luckily he was good enough with a bolter to end up in the of the scouts together with his brother. " Give me a target if you need one and I will clear out the Orks. And if not I will cover you "
